Words of Stone
““I think you’ll be sorry if you don’t,” Nova said from the pantry. She entered the kitchen with a jar of her homemade pickles.
“But you’re not going,” Blaze replied, eyeing the picnic basket that sat on the kitchen table bulging with good things to eat.
“Too much walking. And I wasn’t really invited anyway,” Nova said as she reorganized the contents of the basket. “I think your father would love for this to be just the three of you.” Jars, small bags, and plastic containers fit together like the pieces of a puzzle. “This Claire woman must be special. It’s odd of him to want you to meet her so early on.”
Blaze didn’t exactly know what Nova meant by that comment. And Blaze didn’t tell Nova that he’d already seen the woman.
Nova tucked some silverware and striped cloth napkins into the basket and nodded approvingly. “There’s too much food for just your father and Claire,” she said, wiping her hands on her faded gingham apron. “I really want you to go,”
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